Journey Series

Monday, December 28, 2015

Hope all had a wonderful Christmas. Time with family is
wonderful and so is the food. (Even if you have to limit what and how much you
eat like I do. It didn’t detour my wonderful time with family, which is what
matters the most to me.

The end of the year has snuck up on me. Seems like yesterday
I was sitting down and working out 2015 release schedules. It’s time to do 2016.

Remember these dates are tentative and subject to change,
even down to the book that I decide to release. (As we saw in 2015 some stories
I think will come together stalls and leave me floundering.)

Monday, December 21, 2015

Once again, I’m still building on the Short and Sweet
Phrase. I’m sure this will turn into a story all on its own. Not sure when, but
for now I’m going to keep this going as a flash fiction scene. Hope you like
where it picks up at.

Remember let your imagination soar.

Julia

* * *

This
is an adult only scene that contains some violent acts and innuendos.

This
is an unedited scene.

A hand slid under her back and legs, but disappeared just as quick as they’d
appeared.

Rachael knew that thick, Russian accent. Cain Teagan,
Taget’s right hand man. He’d take her back and let whatever punishment the clan
deemed suitable finish her off. Her plan might not have gone like she’d hoped,
but her life would soon be over.

“She needs a doctor.” The deep, rich voiced man snapped
back.

“She’ll heal up just fine in a day or two.”

Cain was right, and Rachael bet they’d make sure she did
before they delivered her punishment. There’d be no short and sweet death for
her.

“Don’t care if she will or not.” A puff of air rushed across
her face, carrying a hint of lavender. “You will not be moving her or taking
her anywhere.”

“The hell I won’t. You can’t legally stop me. She belongs to
the Rax Community.”

Rachael gasped as her body left the ground.

“You will not be taking her.”

A growl so loud had her stiffening in Cain’s arms. She’d
only heard such a noise once or twice in her life. Both times had been when
Juan’s father had been scolding him about spending the night with her without
his permission. Juan’s father hadn’t been ticked about them being together,
he’d made that clear when he told Juan he understood his strong desire for the
woman he loved, after all, it was a natural reaction for a werewolf. It had
been then that she’d learned werewolves had a strong sexual appetite.

“No werewolf is going to stop me.” Cain grunted.

He must have turned back towards the woods, because
Rachael’s hair swirled. She went to open her eyes, but they wouldn’t obey her
command. Not surprising considering how much her entire body ached. If it was
the impact of the car or the pavement she didn’t know. What she did know was
that she’d wished it had killed her.

“You have no right to take her from me.” The unnamed male
said. “She belongs to me.”

“The fuck she does.” Rachael was jostled when Cain stopped
walking. “She is a member of our clan by being a fated mate to our third in
rank.”

“Must not be.” The man’s tone held a hint of amusement,
which kind of confused Rachael, more than his words did. “She has no claiming
mark.”

What? She did. Tommy Lee had made sure to renew the mark
each night, increasing the size of his ownership. He told her it was to remind
her of her duties to him and that he’d do so until she proved her loyalty to
him.

“Yes she . . .” Cain’s words trailed off and her shirt
collar scratched her throat as it was moved aside. “Doesn’t matter. The marking
was witnessed by one of us the first time and five the night she came home with
him. She belongs to us.”

Cain began walking again, but his arms tightened around her,
making her sore body ache a bit more.

“Best if you behave.” Cain whispered. “You’re in enough
trouble as it is.”

Fact she knew, but didn’t really care.

“You best stop where you are.”

“Nate,” Cain snapped, “take her.”

She whimpered as she was shifted from Cain’s grip to Nate’s.

“Man you are making one big mistake.” Cain’s tone had gone
dark, which she’d heard him use right before he killed a member for
back-talking him.

“Afraid you are.”

A howl rippled through the air, which was answered by what
sounded like ten more. The next few minutes were more painful than when the car
hit her. Her body was shifted from being carried like a child, to being slung
over Nate’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes, which had her rips aching and
bile rising in her throat.

Saturday, December 19, 2015

Vain Adams, spent most of his life fighting a war he never
wanted to be part of. After the Gutting War ended he began working as a
Supernatural Spirit Council Enforcer, where he was sent to seek out the bad and
punish. However, the mission regarding Dav Community led to the one and only
person who could complete him, his Helpmate, Beau. Not to mention a crap load
of mysteries that had to be resolved before he could begin his happy every
after.

Monday, December 14, 2015

Last week’s flash scene wouldn’t leave my mind, so I added
some to it for this week. Hope you like where it picks up at.

Remember let your imagination soar.

Julia

* * *

This
is an adult only scene that contains some violent acts and innuendos.

This
is an unedited scene.

“Best answer me,
babe.”

Rachael remained silent and tightened the grip she had on
the chef’s blade he’d bought her to cook with. At one point and time in her
life cooking and baking had been her favorite hobby. Anymore all it reminded
her of was Tommy Lee. The man was sick, he’d make her cook naked, while he
watched from the table. There were times he’d come up behind her and rub his
nasty, tiny cock against her ass.

“Not playing these games tonight. Get your ass out here.
Right now.”

Tommy Lee’s footsteps grew louder as he entered the living
room. Rachael knew the moment he caught her scent, because he snarled and the
couch was shoved aside. She shoved the knife behind her back and stood. He
grabbed her by her shirt collar and tugged her forward, just like she’d expected
him to. She whipped the knife in front of her and up, right into his chest.

He gasped and stared down at the knife sticking out from his
chest. That hadn’t been her plan. She’d expected him to catch the knife and use
it on her.

“Bitch, you . . .”

The words died out as his eyes fell shut and he fell
forward, taking her to the ground. She grunted as he landed on top of her. The
knife must have been pushed further in and hit his heart, because next thing
she knew there were bone ashes covering her body.

She rolled over, gagging over the arsenic smell of death
clinging to her clothes. After two rounds of heaving, she felt a small tearing
sensation ruffle across her body. She had no idea what it meant, until the
rich, deep voice of Taget, the Rax Community leader’s voice filled her head.

Guards, get to Tommy
Lee’s house.

Those words had her jumping to her feet, running through the
house. Rachael snatched Tommy Lee’s cellphone from the kitchen table as she ran
passed it. She rushed through the backdoor, leaping over the porch steps and
raced toward the woods.

“Get to town. Get to town.”

She wasn’t sure what would happen when she got to town, but
she did know the leader forbid his members from killing within town limits. If
she could get there she’d be somewhat safe and could get a call into her father
or Juan. There’d be little either of them could do for her. The moment Tommy
Lee claimed her she became property of the Rax Community clan. They’d have the
right to drag her back and punish her for ending another member’s life.

Rachael, you best get
back here.

Taget’s stern command made her pause for a split second, but
soon as the last word faded from her mind her feet began moving.

Won’t do you any good
to leave.

He was right, but it might give her the chance to at least
tell her parents and Juan a final goodbye.

You belong to us. We
let no member leave.

Rachael saw the pitch black pavement that lead to the heart
of town. She was so close to a few minutes of freedom that she could smell a
hint of lavender. Her bare feet touched the hot pavement and tires squealed.
She jerked her head to the left, catching a faint trace of red and silver
before the large unbendable car struck her, sending her flying twenty feet down
the road. A door slammed and what sounded like five or six sets of feet echoed
through her mind.

Monday, December 7, 2015

This weeks post is a bit darker than what I normally write,
but I think it’s a great scene. One that I might very well turn into a story at
some point and time. Hope you enjoy it.

Remember let your imagination soar.

Julia

* * *

This
is an adult only scene that contains some violent acts and innuendos.

This
is an unedited scene.

* * *

Rachael hid behind the couch just as the front door swung
open. She’d heard Tommy Lee’s motorcycle pull into her drive way. The man was a
bastard, but she belonged to him. Not a fact she or anyone else liked, besides
Tommy Lee. The day she stumbled across his path had been the end to her normal
life ended and the beginning of hell.

Tommy Lee had been thrilled about finding her. Rachael hadn’t
been. She’d been in love with Juan Gomez and his sky blue, gray outlined eyes since
her sophomore year, a fact that Juan had reciprocated. They’d had six blissful
years together, until the day she entered the Cambridge Bridal shop to pick up
her wedding dress. Right at the counter stood Tommy Lee chatting up Rona, the
cashier, who batted her thick, log eyelashes at him. Rachael had found the
woman’s flirtation funny, because her inch thick mascara kept making her
eyelids stick together. Rachael made it halfway to the register before Tommy
Lee and his broad shoulders spun around, sniffing the air.

The impact of the first look at Tommy Lee’s dark skinned,
angular face hadn’t registered with her. He didn’t waste no time in clueing her
in. He marched right up to her and tugged her into him, sealing his lips over
hers. She’d struggled to free herself, even kneed him in the balls, but the
jerk-wad paid it no attention. He pulled away from her lips and grinned at her,
then leaned down and sniffed her neck.

“You’re mine.” His words echoed through her brain like rapid
gunshots.

Her response of no
was what pissed him off. He gripped the back of her neck and snarled, showing
his long, white fangs right before he sank them into her neck, laying claim to
her for the rest of their lives. When he extracted her fangs, she’d fallen to
her knees and wept. The cashier had raced to her side, glaring at Tommy Lee.

“What the hell?” Rona wrapped her arms around her. “You had
no right to claim her.”

“I did.” Tommy Lee shoved Rona aside and scooped her into
his arms. “She’s my other half. It is within my right to do as I wish with her.
No one has the right to deny me what is fated to be mine.”

That had been the last day of her true life. Tommy Lee had
carted her off to his house near Rax Community, his clan of Vampires. There
were limited numbers of clans left, but the few remaining were known for the
males dominating the women and having multiple women, even after they claimed a
fated mate. Rax Community didn’t allow the fated mates to take other women,
instead they required all their members to feed from willing human donors.

Rachael had lived a life among the humans as an open
vampire, but survived off of bagged blood. She’d refused to drink from a human,
which earned her five days chained to Tommy Lee’s bed.

“Where you at, babe?” Tommy Lee’s voice boomed as he shut
the door, making Rachael cringed further down.

Rachael knew hiding would be worse for her, but it had been
her plan. Two days ago, Tommy Lee had forbidden her to speak to any of her
family, because her father flipped out and charged Tommy Lee when he saw a
fading bruise around her neck.

The night before that visit Tommy Lee had used the red dog
collar to short chain her to the bed. During the night he’d taken her across
the bed, hard enough that the chair had made the collar rub her skin. Her dad’s
reaction pissed Tommy Lee off and he ordered them to leave and never return. It
had been then that Rachael formed the plan to end her life. She knew if she
fought back, just once, that Tommy Lee would lose control enough that he’d kill
her. She just hoped he made it a short and sweet death.

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I write and publish adult paranormal romance, as well as gay paranormal romance. My life is a pretty simple one, family, dogs, and my writings. Strong belief in you can't learn from mistakes if they aren't pointed out to you.